Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mexico and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing LL Cool J to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.